"Mother," I whispered, hoping it would soften her and drive away whatever madness this was. "I am not your mother." she snapped. "How I have waited so much to stop you from calling me that. You bastard child of a wench!" Tears strolled down my cheeks. Here was a woman I have known and

MILDRED Pain. A sharp pain jolted through my head as if someone were relentlessly pounding a rock against it. I groaned and instinctively reached for my temple, attempting to alleviate the throbbing ache. As I slowly opened my eyes, the world appeared distorted and hazy. I tried to sit up, but it

I hadn't seen Mildred since the man who confessed to be her father revealed the truth. I didn't know if I could face her. Two days had passed, and the palace had remained eerily silent, and I have not seen her. I had rehearsed the words I wanted to say to her when I saw her next, but with each passi

"Of course, I want that," I replied earnestly. It was all I had ever yearned for. I longed to belong to someone so profoundly that I had wreaked havoc in Karim and Laika's lives. "I desire a family, someone to return to after the day's challenges, someone to share my thoughts with. I crave everlasti

His eyes didn't intimidate me; I knew what it meant when they darkened. He buried his face between my legs, and when his tongue flicked over my throbbing wetness, a quick shiver ran into my blood; my thoughts became misty, and my leg wobbled, but he gripped my hips, holding me in place. "Mo